The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

my

was the twisted flicker of excitement that

betrayal, how it craved for any touch, any relief, even from those

weak, my breath ragged and I knew

was too much and my mind was fogged by the need that kept

mingling

at her,” one of them

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

and ran his index

my mouth as he inserted his finger inside it, tears burned in my eyes – I wished I could

up and down his finger,

sympathy as he

anything to make

Lyla? Do you want me

through them before he could finish speaking, stumbling as I tried

hear mocking laughter chasing me

to find somewhere – anywhere – I could

with a solid wall of muscle and

apology on my lips but the words died in my

was the

a mix of

he was even more striking – tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit – an

fell over the room

their stares and a sickening dread pooled

to his signet on the third finger

but not just any Lycan

White Moon Throne –

I realized the gravity

standing before the most powerful man in my world, with the scent of my arousal in

a reprimand

uncontrolled heat

that could bring down the wrath of the White Moon

deep amber that seemed to see

condemnation, his gaze held

pulling me up

He asked, his voice

and my breath

– I’m fine,” I stammered but my

me, stronger than before and my

sagged against him, my vision blurring as

me, his grip was

his chest against mine, I could smell the

flushed and found his gaze fixed on me with an

Time seemed to slow.

and the judgment fading into the background as I and the Lycan leader stood locked in

of something raw and primal

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